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Feb 2017
Every fiber of my being is dying, or so it seems
This unbearable desire is ripping at my seams
I have wondered through these dreams
Lost in a castle in the sky, you sleep there
I dream of your heavy eyes,
You whisper to me like the sun shines
Drifting from this to reality
It bruises me
Black and blue
Everyday
I die
You
Will never
Know
why
Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
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